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Who am I

Who am I

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Still laying here. Not knowing where I am. Wondering if I'm dead or not. Thinking if someone remembered me. And end up giving up on those thoughts. Might sound kind of depressing. We'll because Im talking about me.. Which is depressing. I woke up really numb throughout my body. I don't really remembered what happened. All I know is I'm not where I was before. Here I am... Not knowing who I am... Laying in a unknown place which I assume is a bedroom. But I could be wrong like normally. I think. Sometimes I think if that anybody knew who I am. Better then I knew myself. Well I was right one thing.
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"Come on, do it, curse, scream, yell at me, hit me, do whatever you have wanted to do all these years." He just stares at me, not doing anything. "Do something! I made a mistake, and I am paying for it, and as if watching you, letting go of yourself as I'm not able to do anything is not enough! I have to watch our friends suffer the consequences of my mistakes. Our friends are done with our bullshit, Harry. And quite frankly, so am I..." Silence. "Say something for God's sake!" I yell, and I look up just to see him with his head bowed down and his shoulders shaking as he sobs . This is all my fault. This is my mess. ... "I believe you, just like I should have from the start." He says gently, and I just cling on him more as I feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. "Your heart is beating so fast..." I whisper as if it was a secret. "It's beating for you... Always for you, it never stopped beating for you."

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